All Birds (feat. French Montana)

Walk with a real ****

Self-made millionaire

What more could you ask for, huh?

I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati

I'm a John Gotti, got my own army

Worth fifty million and it's all on me

Fifty on my Rollie, knowin' yours phony

Last problem I had, a **** headshot him

Say the word on the street is that my man got him

If I wasn't involved, you wouldn't hear about him

I got Lears and all, don't need Aaliyah problem

May she rest her soul, I got a sleepin' problem

All my CD's gold but the Visa darker

Bastard child, but I got a fleet of cars

Double MG, this little things of ours

Take it to the door, oh, motherfucker, plea

**** layin' on your crib while your mama sleep

Home-cooked meals for the real ****

Hot TEC-9 for you little ****

Wanna shoplift, come and boost this

We run the fuckin' game, ****, truth is

Cargo pants and my red bottoms

Talkin' bout birds, you know the boy got 'em

No clothes in the closet, it is all birds

No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds

No luggage in the  trunk, man, it's all birds

And I ain't goin' back, I'ma ball first

Anything you need, know I get it cheap

My **** Rozay make millions while he gettin' sleep

Car's European, come and see the fleet

We're commercial, come and see us if you need the street

I'ma bring it home, ****, bet the bank

Sierra Leone all up in the link

'Bout to double up, make some Betha shit

Huddle up, round table, King Arthur shit

Shorty ass fat, she can't stand straight

Spent your down payment on my landscape

**** sideways like the Phantom door

Hundred round drum sound like round of applause

Slicker than a can of grease

Paid the state in the ice, hunnid grand a piece

Coke boy, I'll be thirty for a show now

Coke damn near same price as dope now

No clothes in the closet, it is all birds

No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds

No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds

And I ain't goin' back, I'ma ball first

No clothes in the closet, it is all birds

No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds

No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds

And I ain't goin' back, I'ma ball first